It is the time of singing birds and flowers,
The Vernal showers
Fill all the April air with rich perfume,
Presaging leaf and bloom.

The wayside nooks are green, meadow and fertile field
Rich hints of harvest yield,
And to abundant life the teeming earth
Wakes after winter dearth.

And sharing nature’s gifts the hearts of men
Take hope again,
For brightening paths shall lead through pleasant ways,
To Summer’s radiant days.